Seeing as it is deeply evil to derail the UD thread, or indeed any thread, from its Intended Purpose* I feel we need a little space of our own. Continuing from the derail on the UD3 thread, where we had a move of East Putney, I invite interested parties to make their moves.

* Which is, of course, designed. I searched for "Mornington Crescent" and "MC" and all variables within thread titles and found nothing. Despite the fact that I have a vague memory of an original thread for this stuff. Maybe my search-fu is weak.

Middle-aged men entertain themselves by making cryptic reference to arcane and abstruse rules that may or may not exist in a discussion of a subject matter of no apparent relevance to humans of the normal 46-chromosome type.

This absorbs the participants' interests and energies to a remarkable degree. It inexplicably provides amusement to them, derived, it would seem, as much by the exclusion of non-initiates as by any intrinsic wit or worth their exchanges may have.

Ya ya, I'm game! I'll start out with the standard opening. . . . . Entry at the airport. Then, I bid 4. Noting that automatically gains me a 0.538 Fizbin, I'll let that roll over while I take the perfunctory pull on the linchnizzle. Exit at Kings Crossing for an easy double.

Maybe you can do some pro bono work for a few "less fortunate" people on this board.

Despite what Arden says I've never done pro-boner work.

Anyway, this is off topic for a thread that is intended to avoid off topicism elsewhere. This is a good thing and possibly recursive. However, since that J-Dog fellow seems keen for play to drift across the Atlantic and BillB is using Fictional Stations (not necessarily a bad thing, but we can discuss the legality of it later) I am forced to bring play back into the Approved Regions by crossing diagonal and stacking my stations with a Plumbery Shift.

Whoa, it looks like an excellent field of fellow competitors. Good.I'll carry a wickey sticket in an off-tune manner. Plus, I'll claim the Ministry of Funny Walks.Keep in mind, people, enweaselization will get you every time. I think.Finally, I'll stumper.Good luck!:)

Wow, I wouldn't have pegged you as a Fifth Quadrantist. But it's hard to interpret your move in any other light.

Nah - I think that's just a modified version of Wilson's gambit.

Oh, I guess you're right. I've always had trouble following the flux up the Parslow gradient when helices are underdetermined.

My bad.

(Maybe we need an "Official AtBC Mornington Crescent Peanut Gallery Thread". I'd hate to disrupt the play with some of my occasionally paraboloid observations.)

The whole point of play is the paraboloid observations and disagreements about the rules. Frankly most of these posts are far too short and lacking in detailed appreciation of the subtleties of the game.

As a case in point, your questioning of PTaylor and Afarensis is quite correct. Wilson's gambit? Poppycock and foolishness! Afarensis is clearly trying to take Northern Approach whilst avoiding being in Spoon. He ignored my comments on Stovold earlier in the thread, and has failed to note also that elevators are wild.

Since it is after Labour Day (note spelling)* and before the term of the fiftieth president for you personages of an American persuasion, you are well within your rights to advocate a slight deviation from traditional Stovold. Modified Stovoldian Dynamics is a perfectly acceptable deviation, unless of course one prefers SuperStovold or one of the myriad S-Theories.

Given all of that, and that is is a Thursday in March I can play my Hare token and move laterally into the Doggers. Thus, from your move of Waterloo I shall play:

Upminster!

Which, unless someone knows how to control the Masonic Stations, should give me Mornington Crescent in three.

Louis

*Techincally it is always after Labour Day, unless it is Labour Day, which is still after the previous Labour Day.

Wow, I wouldn't have pegged you as a Fifth Quadrantist. But it's hard to interpret your move in any other light.

Nah - I think that's just a modified version of Wilson's gambit.

Oh, I guess you're right. I've always had trouble following the flux up the Parslow gradient when helices are underdetermined.

My bad.

(Maybe we need an "Official AtBC Mornington Crescent Peanut Gallery Thread". I'd hate to disrupt the play with some of my occasionally paraboloid observations.)

The whole point of play is the paraboloid observations and disagreements about the rules. Frankly most of these posts are far too short and lacking in detailed appreciation of the subtleties of the game.

As a case in point, your questioning of PTaylor and Afarensis is quite correct. Wilson's gambit? Poppycock and foolishness! Afarensis is clearly trying to take Northern Approach whilst avoiding being in Spoon. He ignored my comments on Stovold earlier in the thread, and has failed to note also that elevators are wild.

Since it is after Labour Day (note spelling)* and before the term of the fiftieth president for you personages of an American persuasion, you are well within your rights to advocate a slight deviation from traditional Stovold. Modified Stovoldian Dynamics is a perfectly acceptable deviation, unless of course one prefers SuperStovold or one of the myriad S-Theories.

Given all of that, and that is is a Thursday in March I can play my Hare token and move laterally into the Doggers. Thus, from your move of Waterloo I shall play:

Upminster!

Which, unless someone knows how to control the Masonic Stations, should give me Mornington Crescent in three.

Louis

*Techincally it is always after Labour Day, unless it is Labour Day, which is still after the previous Labour Day.

I beg to differ, Kew Gardens was recommended in in Havershawn's 1974 Co-Addenda for the Years 1970-1971 (Excluding June 1971). Elevators are wild? feh. That's crazy talk.

At any rate, Moor Park.

--------------Church burning ebola boy

FTK: I Didn't answer your questions because it beats the hell out of me.

PaV: I suppose for me to be pried away from what I do to focus long and hard on that particular problem would take, quite honestly, hundreds of thousands of dollars to begin to pique my interest.

Afarensis is clearly trying to take Northern Approach whilst avoiding being in Spoon.

As an aside to the current Mornington Crescent outbreak, RichardtHughes tells me that Afarensis actually prefers the southern approach and likes to spoon afterward.

--------------It's natural to be curious about our world, but the scientific method is just one theory about how to best understand it. We live in a democracy, which means we should treat every theory equally. - Steven Colbert, I Am America (and So Can You!)

I beg to differ, Kew Gardens was recommended in in Havershawn's 1974 Co-Addenda for the Years 1970-1971 (Excluding June 1971). Elevators are wild? feh. That's crazy talk.

At any rate, Moor Park.

Havershawn? Oh dear dear dear deary me. Havershawn was shown to be limited in the world championships of 1990 after the fall of the Berlin Wall, just prior to the release of the Stazi archives. Of course the archives' release got it reinstated until 1993 when the Bloomsbury Contingent was discovered independently by Brooke-Taylor and Fotheringay as being both communist and homosexual.

Anyway, since you have chosen Moor Park whilst elevators are still wild, you have fallen into my trap, thus:

Victoria!

This of course should lead to Mornington Crescent in 12. Some would say that was not an improvment. They would be wrong.

I know I'm late to this and I know that Louis said that you're using Stovold, but Stovold is often supplemented by Armitage these days - which of course means no Nid.

So, is this game Stovold (pure) or as amended by Armitage?

Oh well, I suppose it doesn't matter, I just HATE ending up in Nid.

If I'm not too late to play:

Covent Garden.

Armitage? Part of the Turnwise Schism I see. If you hate Knid so much why have you deliberately played to enter it?

I think you'll find that you need to spend a turn in Knid, you can ask for a Chairman's Ruling, but since Humph is dead, it might take a while or some arcane practises. Appealing to Guest Chairpersons is acceptable.

Rulings have to be signed, in triplicate, returned before they were sent, and laminated in badger sputum before they are considered for acceptance.

I hate it when it a game descends into frantic diagonals like this. Remember the '74 Quarter Finals when Lobanov-Rostovskii played through Embankment six times, insisting that it only had escalators for the District line? Gladsby had to threaten a puce card before he'd shut up.

Anyway, I'm fed up with this. Balham. And I'm passing the niblet stick.

(This was all pre-empted by Amadan's terse and pithy observations and masterful move. $#!+.)

I thought the Labour Day rule was amended by Cotter's Janus Perspective (adapted from his novel of the same name): within six months of last Labour Day, it's after Labour Day; within six months of next Labour Day, it's before Labour Day.

I've still got the ticket stub from the ViaRail ride down to our lovely namesake town. That gets me a transfer at Canning Station, by the Greater Commonwealth Reciprocity Treaty (1947) [Section 3, paragraph 6, subheadings i and ii].

Canada Water.

A bit obvious, perhaps, but I'm a fan of the classics. It worked for McDonald in '83.

*btw we've passed First Quarter and Pleine Lune is the 30th, so if you expect to win in 12, Louis, I suggest a few late-night runs or a chat with the Dispatcher.

p.s. if huwp's Covent Garden play is valid then I opt for DeVito's Short Walk to Blackfriars entrance. I know the station's closed until next year but it's the closest I can get to Mansion House, which I believe has already been played, has it not? (Last I heard Cannon Street is closed after 2100 and on Sundays)

ARGH! Just as I was working it out:

Balham?!? Damn. After all that. I snost, I lost. Sigh.

ETA: Oh hell I was looking at Royal Victoria. No wonder. Sorry to slow the game down, ladies, I've still only got my green belt.

--------------"[A] book said there were 5 trillion witnesses. Who am I supposed to believe, 5 trillion witnesses or you? That shit's, like, ironclad. " -- stevestory

"Wow, you must be retarded. I said that CO2 does not trap heat. If it did then it would not cool down at night." Joe G

Now THAT is how the game should be played! Well done Amadan on anticipating my intended shift to the vernacular. Sadly, I have to take the niblet stick and move into Jar. It's my own silly fault after all.

I shall remain in Jar until someone else has moved into Spoon.

Although fnxtr, you did come close with Canada Water, I have to say the Masonic Stations have been successfully Shriven by your move, and thus the game moves into the Open Orifice Phase. Good luck players!

I don't see your point. Even though it puts him auf der Uhr, he can just take the 137 from Balham to Pim--... oh, shhh... Hospital Proximity! The Lord Cumberland Incident really buggered things up, didn't it. Too bad, Chelsea Bridge is usually a good way to filter the upper harmonics.

This should be interesting.

--------------"[A] book said there were 5 trillion witnesses. Who am I supposed to believe, 5 trillion witnesses or you? That shit's, like, ironclad. " -- stevestory

"Wow, you must be retarded. I said that CO2 does not trap heat. If it did then it would not cool down at night." Joe G

I don't see your point. Even though it puts him auf der Uhr, he can just take the 137 from Balham to Pim--... oh, shhh... Hospital Proximity! The Lord Cumberland Incident really buggered things up, didn't it. Too bad, Chelsea Bridge is usually a good way to filter the upper harmonics.

This should be interesting.

Well, since the diagonal parks have been opened, and reversals have advanced by more than a radian (according to the 1948 London Reconstruction addendum, which I trust we are operating under), this opens up the possibility of negative line velocity. Which means that the earlier play has to be transfigured:

Oh well, if Louis' opened up the Masonic pathway then it seems a shame not to use it.

I know it may be seen as radical in the everso stuffy corridors of bah-humbuggery inhabited by Louis, Tom and fnxtr where only Stovold will do (which is roughly equivalent to the King James Version only movement) but the advent of the DLR has added an extra dimension to this game.

So thanks to the Masonic reference of the double pillars of the old Naval College (now University) of Greenwich, I get to leave Knid and outflank the lot of you.

Oh well, if Louis' opened up the Masonic pathway then it seems a shame not to use it.

I know it may be seen as radical in the everso stuffy corridors of bah-humbuggery inhabited by Louis, Tom and fnxtr where only Stovold will do (which is roughly equivalent to the King James Version only movement) but the advent of the DLR has added an extra dimension to this game.

So thanks to the Masonic reference of the double pillars of the old Naval College (now University) of Greenwich, I get to leave Knid and outflank the lot of you.

Cutty Sark.

HA!

Woo-hoo!

I admire your innovative thinking, but you seem to have forgotten about the five blue tokens pegged at the Euston entrance. Since the public convenience there has been out of order for at least a week (didn't know that, did you?), I get to contra-lateral via Oxford Circus (moving widdershins, of course), which brings me to:

--------------It's natural to be curious about our world, but the scientific method is just one theory about how to best understand it. We live in a democracy, which means we should treat every theory equally. - Steven Colbert, I Am America (and So Can You!)

--------------"[A scientific theory] describes Nature as absurd from the point of view of common sense. And it agrees fully with experiment. So I hope you can accept Nature as She is - absurd."- Richard P. Feynman

Oh well, if Louis' opened up the Masonic pathway then it seems a shame not to use it.

I know it may be seen as radical in the everso stuffy corridors of bah-humbuggery inhabited by Louis, Tom and fnxtr where only Stovold will do (which is roughly equivalent to the King James Version only movement) but the advent of the DLR has added an extra dimension to this game.

So thanks to the Masonic reference of the double pillars of the old Naval College (now University) of Greenwich, I get to leave Knid and outflank the lot of you.

Cutty Sark.

HA!

Woo-hoo!

I admire your innovative thinking, but you seem to have forgotten about the five blue tokens pegged at the Euston entrance. Since the public convenience there has been out of order for at least a week (didn't know that, did you?), I get to contra-lateral via Oxford Circus (moving widdershins, of course), which brings me to:

Mornington Crescent!

Nice game, all.

I assume you have shown the moderator your Supercharge Smartcard with at least three yellow stars collected? Otherwise the move from Cutty Sark only takes you as far as Holborn.

Still, if that's game, well done everyone. Fancy another?

Kensal Rise.

--------------"[A] book said there were 5 trillion witnesses. Who am I supposed to believe, 5 trillion witnesses or you? That shit's, like, ironclad. " -- stevestory

"Wow, you must be retarded. I said that CO2 does not trap heat. If it did then it would not cool down at night." Joe G

Oh well, if Louis' opened up the Masonic pathway then it seems a shame not to use it.

I know it may be seen as radical in the everso stuffy corridors of bah-humbuggery inhabited by Louis, Tom and fnxtr where only Stovold will do (which is roughly equivalent to the King James Version only movement) but the advent of the DLR has added an extra dimension to this game.

So thanks to the Masonic reference of the double pillars of the old Naval College (now University) of Greenwich, I get to leave Knid and outflank the lot of you.

Cutty Sark.

HA!

Woo-hoo!

I admire your innovative thinking, but you seem to have forgotten about the five blue tokens pegged at the Euston entrance. Since the public convenience there has been out of order for at least a week (didn't know that, did you?), I get to contra-lateral via Oxford Circus (moving widdershins, of course), which brings me to:

Mornington Crescent!

Nice game, all.

It's this sort of utter disregard for the conventions of Mornington Crescent what causes unrest.

Firstly, trying to move widdershins from Oxford Circus (having left Cutty Sark, which was an inspired move from HuwP, getting himself out of Knid, putting the rest of us in Spoon and changing the laterals to Islets of Langerhans) is a Forbidden Contract under the Great Treaty of 1612 in which, might I remind you we beat the French (always important).

Secondly, the public convenience at Euston has been augmented by the permission of the McDonalds Corporation franchise located nearby in permitting McShits, and even a McShit with Lies*, at all hours. This admirably covers the shitehouse shortfall.

Thirdly, and perhaps most significantly, you have tried to make two moves. You intend to go to Mornignton Crescent via Oxford Circus. That is a move involving two stations. If we could, will-he nill-he, merrily stroll via two stations any time we pleased then anyone one could win the game at any time. It would be like there were no rules at all. This, sir, is an-fucking-outrage!

Fouthly, and above all finally, elevators are wild. If you people cannot incorporate the simplest aspects of the game then I despair, I really do. Perhaps you might find this instructional video of some value.

Since, by sheer dint of luck overcoming judgement (and luckily judgement just loves to be come over), fnxtr has made a legal move to Kensal Rise. We can only thank him for this as otherwise play would have had to be abndoned and a Disquisition would have had to be organised.

Thus I can only move to London Bridge in the hope of restoring some sanity.

FrankH has clearly missed the point and is raving uncontrollably. Shame. It happens to the elderly.

Louis

*Engaging in a McShit is the practise of, after an extensive night on the beers, creeping half cut into an early (~6am) McDonalds and taking what can only be described as an epic shite in their freshly cleaned toilets. A McShit with Lies is where, on entering the premises and being caught by an employee, one has to indicate that one will be returning from the shitehouse to purchase breakfast, even though one has no real intention of doing so.

Oh well, if Louis' opened up the Masonic pathway then it seems a shame not to use it.

I know it may be seen as radical in the everso stuffy corridors of bah-humbuggery inhabited by Louis, Tom and fnxtr where only Stovold will do (which is roughly equivalent to the King James Version only movement) but the advent of the DLR has added an extra dimension to this game.

So thanks to the Masonic reference of the double pillars of the old Naval College (now University) of Greenwich, I get to leave Knid and outflank the lot of you.

Cutty Sark.

HA!

Woo-hoo!

I admire your innovative thinking, but you seem to have forgotten about the five blue tokens pegged at the Euston entrance. Since the public convenience there has been out of order for at least a week (didn't know that, did you?), I get to contra-lateral via Oxford Circus (moving widdershins, of course), which brings me to:

Mornington Crescent!

Nice game, all.

It's this sort of utter disregard for the conventions of Mornington Crescent what causes unrest.

Firstly, trying to move widdershins from Oxford Circus (having left Cutty Sark, which was an inspired move from HuwP, getting himself out of Knid, putting the rest of us in Spoon and changing the laterals to Islets of Langerhans) is a Forbidden Contract under the Great Treaty of 1612 in which, might I remind you we beat the French (always important).

Secondly, the public convenience at Euston has been augmented by the permission of the McDonalds Corporation franchise located nearby in permitting McShits, and even a McShit with Lies*, at all hours. This admirably covers the shitehouse shortfall.

Thirdly, and perhaps most significantly, you have tried to make two moves. You intend to go to Mornignton Crescent via Oxford Circus. That is a move involving two stations. If we could, will-he nill-he, merrily stroll via two stations any time we pleased then anyone one could win the game at any time. It would be like there were no rules at all. This, sir, is an-fucking-outrage!

Fouthly, and above all finally, elevators are wild. If you people cannot incorporate the simplest aspects of the game then I despair, I really do. Perhaps you might find this instructional video of some value.

Since, by sheer dint of luck overcoming judgement (and luckily judgement just loves to be come over), fnxtr has made a legal move to Kensal Rise. We can only thank him for this as otherwise play would have had to be abndoned and a Disquisition would have had to be organised.

Thus I can only move to London Bridge in the hope of restoring some sanity.

FrankH has clearly missed the point and is raving uncontrollably. Shame. It happens to the elderly.

Louis

*Engaging in a McShit is the practise of, after an extensive night on the beers, creeping half cut into an early (~6am) McDonalds and taking what can only be described as an epic shite in their freshly cleaned toilets. A McShit with Lies is where, on entering the premises and being caught by an employee, one has to indicate that one will be returning from the shitehouse to purchase breakfast, even though one has no real intention of doing so.

You're throwing 1612 in our faces after opening up the Masonic Routing Schemata?

If you're going to declare your allegiance to CAMREC, then go ahead and do so openly, but don't hide under that old triple tree of 1612. You of all people ought to know where that leads.

Your compatriot the late great Mrs. Trellis would be ashamed for you.

And, just as a reminder, rotation widdershins about a circus does not actually involve the station in question, even if the play is made "via" that station. If I had been forced to traverse spinward, you'd have had a valid objection, but that route was blocked due to YOUR EARLIER OPENING OF THE MASONIC SCHEMATA. I hope you can see that this would be true even if the year 1612 had never occurred.

Finally, the less said about your "McShit with Lies" the better. (We're not playing the Fleet Ditch addendum, remember?)

Oh well, if Louis' opened up the Masonic pathway then it seems a shame not to use it.

I know it may be seen as radical in the everso stuffy corridors of bah-humbuggery inhabited by Louis, Tom and fnxtr where only Stovold will do (which is roughly equivalent to the King James Version only movement) but the advent of the DLR has added an extra dimension to this game.

So thanks to the Masonic reference of the double pillars of the old Naval College (now University) of Greenwich, I get to leave Knid and outflank the lot of you.

Cutty Sark.

HA!

Woo-hoo!

I admire your innovative thinking, but you seem to have forgotten about the five blue tokens pegged at the Euston entrance. Since the public convenience there has been out of order for at least a week (didn't know that, did you?), I get to contra-lateral via Oxford Circus (moving widdershins, of course), which brings me to:

Mornington Crescent!

Nice game, all.

It's this sort of utter disregard for the conventions of Mornington Crescent what causes unrest.

Firstly, trying to move widdershins from Oxford Circus (having left Cutty Sark, which was an inspired move from HuwP, getting himself out of Knid, putting the rest of us in Spoon and changing the laterals to Islets of Langerhans) is a Forbidden Contract under the Great Treaty of 1612 in which, might I remind you we beat the French (always important).

Secondly, the public convenience at Euston has been augmented by the permission of the McDonalds Corporation franchise located nearby in permitting McShits, and even a McShit with Lies*, at all hours. This admirably covers the shitehouse shortfall.

Thirdly, and perhaps most significantly, you have tried to make two moves. You intend to go to Mornignton Crescent via Oxford Circus. That is a move involving two stations. If we could, will-he nill-he, merrily stroll via two stations any time we pleased then anyone one could win the game at any time. It would be like there were no rules at all. This, sir, is an-fucking-outrage!

Fouthly, and above all finally, elevators are wild. If you people cannot incorporate the simplest aspects of the game then I despair, I really do. Perhaps you might find this instructional video of some value.

Since, by sheer dint of luck overcoming judgement (and luckily judgement just loves to be come over), fnxtr has made a legal move to Kensal Rise. We can only thank him for this as otherwise play would have had to be abndoned and a Disquisition would have had to be organised.

Thus I can only move to London Bridge in the hope of restoring some sanity.

FrankH has clearly missed the point and is raving uncontrollably. Shame. It happens to the elderly.

Louis

*Engaging in a McShit is the practise of, after an extensive night on the beers, creeping half cut into an early (~6am) McDonalds and taking what can only be described as an epic shite in their freshly cleaned toilets. A McShit with Lies is where, on entering the premises and being caught by an employee, one has to indicate that one will be returning from the shitehouse to purchase breakfast, even though one has no real intention of doing so.

To be or not to be, that is the end game. Whether the weather cause atmospheric fluctuations in the gyroscope of the panda, the game is still that to which we ignore.

With that farted into the wind, baring a repeal of the redux of the Great Plague of 1944*, the poster to whom I have dedicated this post to has decided that a move from Widdershins from Oxford Circus is forbidden. We all know that to be utter bunk as the Great Treaty was null and void.

To further stress my point a move from Homerton to Old Street where as one can Abe it up and reminisce how onions were the fashions off of the belt** shows the ideal of the blue haired woman. It is this blue haired woman who takes leave of her sense and cents and proceeds to find Euro all over her.

Further, the idea that one can't make a two station move means that there is no cheese left in the entirety of the game. With no cheese, there is no one to cut the cheese and the whole premise falls flat into disuse.

Which requires a new device to complete the journey. That device, a new compact to help things grow and evolve around the newness of the situation where you find you leave your senses. Legally speaking, he previous poster is only half right*** but always totally wrong. To complete this passage, if you will, you would proceed to be a new covenant therefore the correct and only legal move would therefore go to Covenant Garden.

*The Great Plague of 1944 was the start to which many a good Englishman forcefully claims that his dad died fighting Gerry and is most definitely not a by product of a lonely British bird and a horny American GI

**Depending on the local you might find yourself in a full Nelson after leaving the Tube especially if you thought you were riding Bart

***A product of his wit no doubt

--------------Marriage is not a lifetime commitment, it's a life sentence!

Oh well, if Louis' opened up the Masonic pathway then it seems a shame not to use it.

I know it may be seen as radical in the everso stuffy corridors of bah-humbuggery inhabited by Louis, Tom and fnxtr where only Stovold will do (which is roughly equivalent to the King James Version only movement) but the advent of the DLR has added an extra dimension to this game.

So thanks to the Masonic reference of the double pillars of the old Naval College (now University) of Greenwich, I get to leave Knid and outflank the lot of you.

Cutty Sark.

HA!

Woo-hoo!

I admire your innovative thinking, but you seem to have forgotten about the five blue tokens pegged at the Euston entrance. Since the public convenience there has been out of order for at least a week (didn't know that, did you?), I get to contra-lateral via Oxford Circus (moving widdershins, of course), which brings me to:

Mornington Crescent!

Nice game, all.

It's this sort of utter disregard for the conventions of Mornington Crescent what causes unrest.

Firstly, trying to move widdershins from Oxford Circus (having left Cutty Sark, which was an inspired move from HuwP, getting himself out of Knid, putting the rest of us in Spoon and changing the laterals to Islets of Langerhans) is a Forbidden Contract under the Great Treaty of 1612 in which, might I remind you we beat the French (always important).

Secondly, the public convenience at Euston has been augmented by the permission of the McDonalds Corporation franchise located nearby in permitting McShits, and even a McShit with Lies*, at all hours. This admirably covers the shitehouse shortfall.

Thirdly, and perhaps most significantly, you have tried to make two moves. You intend to go to Mornignton Crescent via Oxford Circus. That is a move involving two stations. If we could, will-he nill-he, merrily stroll via two stations any time we pleased then anyone one could win the game at any time. It would be like there were no rules at all. This, sir, is an-fucking-outrage!

Fouthly, and above all finally, elevators are wild. If you people cannot incorporate the simplest aspects of the game then I despair, I really do. Perhaps you might find this instructional video of some value.

Since, by sheer dint of luck overcoming judgement (and luckily judgement just loves to be come over), fnxtr has made a legal move to Kensal Rise. We can only thank him for this as otherwise play would have had to be abndoned and a Disquisition would have had to be organised.

Thus I can only move to London Bridge in the hope of restoring some sanity.

FrankH has clearly missed the point and is raving uncontrollably. Shame. It happens to the elderly.

Louis

*Engaging in a McShit is the practise of, after an extensive night on the beers, creeping half cut into an early (~6am) McDonalds and taking what can only be described as an epic shite in their freshly cleaned toilets. A McShit with Lies is where, on entering the premises and being caught by an employee, one has to indicate that one will be returning from the shitehouse to purchase breakfast, even though one has no real intention of doing so.

To be or not to be, that is the end game. Whether the weather cause atmospheric fluctuations in the gyroscope of the panda, the game is still that to which we ignore.

With that farted into the wind, baring a repeal of the redux of the Great Plague of 1944*, the poster to whom I have dedicated this post to has decided that a move from Widdershins from Oxford Circus is forbidden. We all know that to be utter bunk as the Great Treaty was null and void.

To further stress my point a move from Homerton to Old Street where as one can Abe it up and reminisce how onions were the fashions off of the belt** shows the ideal of the blue haired woman. It is this blue haired woman who takes leave of her sense and cents and proceeds to find Euro all over her.

Further, the idea that one can't make a two station move means that there is no cheese left in the entirety of the game. With no cheese, there is no one to cut the cheese and the whole premise falls flat into disuse.

Which requires a new device to complete the journey. That device, a new compact to help things grow and evolve around the newness of the situation where you find you leave your senses. Legally speaking, he previous poster is only half right*** but always totally wrong. To complete this passage, if you will, you would proceed to be a new covenant therefore the correct and only legal move would therefore go to Covenant Garden.

*The Great Plague of 1944 was the start to which many a good Englishman forcefully claims that his dad died fighting Gerry and is most definitely not a by product of a lonely British bird and a horny American GI

**Depending on the local you might find yourself in a full Nelson after leaving the Tube especially if you thought you were riding Bart

Again with elevators! Look, the last time I was on an elevator it broke down. Spent six hours trapped with a mime...a mime that thought it was very funny to that trapped in an invisible box crap while trapped in an elevator. "Scream for help" I said as I stabbed his invisible heart with an invisible stake...I still have nightmares about it.

At any rate, assuming the game is not over, and bearing in mind that elevators are wild (glares at Louis) I think it is appropriate to use the Mcslapmywhut contingency which, of course, uses fractals to alternately randomize linear consecutivities which plings the ingams and say

Ealing Broadway

On the other hand, if the game is over then I will follow the strategy advocated in Thorvald, Ant, Ritenhaus, and Duh's influential and popular Obscene Annotations and Rude Comments on the "Mornington Crescent for Dummies" series and play

Bishops' Stortford

--------------Church burning ebola boy

FTK: I Didn't answer your questions because it beats the hell out of me.

PaV: I suppose for me to be pried away from what I do to focus long and hard on that particular problem would take, quite honestly, hundreds of thousands of dollars to begin to pique my interest.

On the other hand, if the game is over then I will follow the strategy advocated in Thorvald, Ant, Ritenhaus, and Duh's influential and popular Obscene Annotations and Rude Comments on the "Mornington Crescent for Dummies" series and play

Bishops' Stortford

Not so fast. . . . that might work here in the states; but, last I looked, this was INTERNATIONAL MC - you've forgotten about the N'orbelquism addendum. Makes a difference, eh!

Still, good move on your part - great game so far E1!

I'll take Foghat to Bishey Aukland. This will help my cubed distortion factor and also give myself a few extra tiddlestones. Oh, and I'll drop the wickey sticket at this point.

While we all seem to be approaching endgame, it's still anybody's game at this point.

Oh, yeah, and I exit at Louis' favorite pub in Spitalfields (made quite famous in the 1887 tourney, so I've history on my side here). The church here seems quite burnable, but I may be for whom the bell tolls.

Ames appeared to be leading, but he was bumped into the vortex zone and forced to sing the "I'm very sorry song" backwards.

Louis, of course, came out to a rousing start, faltered on the 59th blue wicket, and was tagged out on second base by getting hit with a golf ball fired from a 00 gauge shotgun... that's gonna leave a mark.

FrankH had to hop backwards on one foot until someone reminded him he did that last time. Then he bought boardwalk and proceeded to try and place every anatomical part on the red circles.

Oh, and I know who Cutty Sark is... so don't try to trick me.

--------------Ignored by those who can't provide evidence for their claims.

Oh, Louis just tried to re-create the Moon Over Morden Incident. That's all. The Victorian Liners failed then, and he failed now. Nothing to see here.

But on the (reasonable) assumption that I won the last game with my pedestrian but effective widdershins contra-lateral via (not through, Louis) Oxford Circus to MC, I'll continue the game in progress. I'm noting the potential for a Hills-and-Valleys cascade (not a Hills-and-Valley Helix, Louis) deriving from fnxtr's Kensal Rise play (nice one, that). Given the decline in line velocity on the blue segment (and my shortage of yellow tokens) I have no choice but to play:

On the other hand, if the game is over then I will follow the strategy advocated in Thorvald, Ant, Ritenhaus, and Duh's influential and popular Obscene Annotations and Rude Comments on the "Mornington Crescent for Dummies" series and play

Bishops' Stortford

Not so fast. . . . that might work here in the states; but, last I looked, this was INTERNATIONAL MC - you've forgotten about the N'orbelquism addendum. Makes a difference, eh!

Widdershins and a Full 90, meaning a Demarcation Box has to be implemented within the next 3 moves or the game is in Gridlock, and the Matrix is once again re-aligned to True North. (By my count we're at bearing about 237 now, yeah?)

Not taking the bait.

Queensway.

--------------"[A] book said there were 5 trillion witnesses. Who am I supposed to believe, 5 trillion witnesses or you? That shit's, like, ironclad. " -- stevestory

"Wow, you must be retarded. I said that CO2 does not trap heat. If it did then it would not cool down at night." Joe G

After watching Louis skipping, whistling show tunes to the beat of a sputtering MG, Ames taking dull moves worthy of the Great Sleep of 1256 and fxntr lost at Parson's Green I spill the gambit and renege on my tokens going for broke.

Using the Elevators are Wild, I find some girls too and tip toe through the tulips to Holborn.

--------------Marriage is not a lifetime commitment, it's a life sentence!

After watching Louis skipping, whistling show tunes to the beat of a sputtering MG, Ames taking dull moves worthy of the Great Sleep of 1256 and fxntr lost at Parson's Green I spill the gambit and renege on my tokens going for broke.

Using the Elevators are Wild, I find some girls too and tip toe through the tulips to Holborn.

Nice.

One more turn in the SW and Demarc is go, avoiding the matrix reset.

With Louis in ullage, it remains to be seen whether Amadan has the stomach for brinksmanship this morning. Directly proportional to quantity of caffeine ingested, is my speculation.

What's it going to be, Amadan? Lambeth North? Sloane Square? Or are you going to bust the game wide open?

We're all a-quiver.

--------------"[A] book said there were 5 trillion witnesses. Who am I supposed to believe, 5 trillion witnesses or you? That shit's, like, ironclad. " -- stevestory

"Wow, you must be retarded. I said that CO2 does not trap heat. If it did then it would not cool down at night." Joe G

If any of you lot fancy yourselves as co-parceners you're welcome to enfeoff the turbary rights, but I'll still be in MC before you.

On the 73 or the 476?

N.B.:

OXFORD STREET, ROUTES 73 AND N73: From 0800 Saturday 16 January until December 2010, buses are diverted eastbound between Oxford Circus and Euston Square Station due to works to upgrade Tottenham Court Road Tube station and enabling works for Crossrail. Buses will not serve Tottenham Court Road and Goodge Street stations in this direction. Reported: 24/03/10 12:27 Last Updated: 24/03/10 12:31

So you'd have to pick it up at Kings Cross St. Pancras or Angel.

eta: Either way, we're out of SW without Demarc, thus into Gridlock, matrix is reset (True North), Louis' ullage is revoked (but not expunged).

Still anybody's game.

eta Angel.

--------------"[A] book said there were 5 trillion witnesses. Who am I supposed to believe, 5 trillion witnesses or you? That shit's, like, ironclad. " -- stevestory

"Wow, you must be retarded. I said that CO2 does not trap heat. If it did then it would not cool down at night." Joe G

However, I'm still sensing a Southwest fetish here, even after Amadan's iconoclastic Ball's Pond Road move.

Seems to me there was a similar Convergence Event in the '57 Worlds. By the time the refs could call a timeout the players were huddled together in a gravitational mass rivalling anything the LHC could generate these days. Only the slow fission of the South Pacific teams prevented all of Chelsea becoming a smoldering cauldron.

I therefore opt to punt:

Snaresbrook.

--------------"[A] book said there were 5 trillion witnesses. Who am I supposed to believe, 5 trillion witnesses or you? That shit's, like, ironclad. " -- stevestory

"Wow, you must be retarded. I said that CO2 does not trap heat. If it did then it would not cool down at night." Joe G

Using the McShite that was so graciously opened by Louis, I saunter my way and climb up the tree lined path to Bark.

However, thanks to the fact that as per the Addendum of the Second Rugby Council of 1899, from before, having opened the door I go through the parallel world, I park and move orthogonally to Monument where I climb up the ever expanding piles of scat to Tower Hill.

A Quadruple move that earns me 5 Cylons and 123.245 and T Cubits.

You heard me, Tower Hill

--------------Marriage is not a lifetime commitment, it's a life sentence!

I rip a hole into the space heater/DVR continium using my Tardis as I slip sides through the chute and find my move ends at Warden Street, 6 begats past my original move but 13.gy5 micro-bleeps into the Nexus Void.

Damn you!

--------------Marriage is not a lifetime commitment, it's a life sentence!

As fxntr did the Snaresbrook maneuver, reminiscent of the Bilge/Blythe "Over the hedge" fiasco of 1969, and my fascination with the movement of a little puck over ice, the Nexus Void and lube shop is still in effect.

You must move through yourself and find the other side for the next 1.23t time units.

That is as fxntr points out so eloquently, you don't implode first.

--------------Marriage is not a lifetime commitment, it's a life sentence!

As fxntr did the Snaresbrook maneuver, reminiscent of the Bilge/Blythe "Over the hedge" fiasco of 1969, and my fascination with the movement of a little puck over ice, the Nexus Void and lube shop is still in effect.

You must move through yourself and find the other side for the next 1.23t time units.

That is as fxntr points out so eloquently, you don't implode first.

7:45 on Sunday, FrankH. Lube Shop is only in effect Tue-Sat.

However, Nexus Void stands.

Doc Bill, that's a do-over for you. Station?

--------------"[A] book said there were 5 trillion witnesses. Who am I supposed to believe, 5 trillion witnesses or you? That shit's, like, ironclad. " -- stevestory

"Wow, you must be retarded. I said that CO2 does not trap heat. If it did then it would not cool down at night." Joe G

As fxntr did the Snaresbrook maneuver, reminiscent of the Bilge/Blythe "Over the hedge" fiasco of 1969, and my fascination with the movement of a little puck over ice, the Nexus Void and lube shop is still in effect.

You must move through yourself and find the other side for the next 1.23t time units.

That is as fxntr points out so eloquently, you don't implode first.

I concur, but some of us have already taken that into consideration. Still, implosion is a terrible thing to witness. Could be the pace-setter for the remainder of the dunstanfetter. I'll be the first to demand a shrubbery.

I'll oblique, just in case.

In the meantime, I've weaved a Plotsdingwether egg from my ticket stub; and, since escalators are still wild, I'll claim my baggage tags for another 0.328 fizbin. While I realize that this resembles the Ortnsnortnzablotnik maneuver, I believe that there's enough variance in the field of play to allow another slapdown. Too bad ol' TARDavison isn't hear to see that (not that I miss him). He'd probably bandwagoneer, anyway.

Some of you Americans seem to think that Mornington Crescent is somehow like Calvinball, an entirely ruleless and fictional game. Might I remind you that this, like the Wikipedia article, is a distinct falsehood.

The School Cormorant was Rules were handed down to us by the Town of Chipping Sodbury in the 1800s darkest recesses of antiquity. The game has a noble tradition through all civilised nations. Now don't piss me off or I'll insist we play by the rules which operated under Charlemagne, you see if I don't.

Anyway, enough tough love. I shall restart play from Snaresbrook with a move to:

Some of you Americans seem to think that Mornington Crescent is somehow like Calvinball, an entirely ruleless and fictional game. Might I remind you that this, like the Wikipedia article, is a distinct falsehood.

The School Cormorant was Rules were handed down to us by the Town of Chipping Sodbury in the 1800s darkest recesses of antiquity. The game has a noble tradition through all civilised nations. Now don't piss me off or I'll insist we play by the rules which operated under Charlemagne, you see if I don't.

Anyway, enough tough love. I shall restart play from Snaresbrook with a move to:

Aldwych!

Louis

Lurkers take note: that's how the game is played. Must be something in that north Wales water...

Some of you Americans seem to think that Mornington Crescent is somehow like Calvinball, an entirely ruleless and fictional game.

That's hard to believe, given all the recent scholarship on the subject. I think that during the course of my graduate career the Department of Morningtonia Studies had maybe three dissertations and a couple of dozen undergrad honors theses that touched on this issue.

I blame the popular press. Time Magazine's coverage of the last few International Exhibitions has confused rather than enlightened the non-playing public. This may mean trouble for the next generation of MC stars. How will they be able to nail down the big endorsement dollars if the amateur game is so misunderstood?

(And we may have to kiss goodbye any chance of being an exhibition sport at either the 2016 Summer OR 2018 Winter games.)

Some of you Americans seem to think that Mornington Crescent is somehow like Calvinball, an entirely ruleless and fictional game. Might I remind you that this, like the Wikipedia article, is a distinct falsehood.

The School Cormorant was Rules were handed down to us by the Town of Chipping Sodbury in the 1800s darkest recesses of antiquity. The game has a noble tradition through all civilised nations. Now don't piss me off or I'll insist we play by the rules which operated under Charlemagne, you see if I don't.

Anyway, enough tough love. I shall restart play from Snaresbrook with a move to:

Aldwych!

Louis

Lurkers take note: that's how the game is played. Must be something in that north Wales water...

Lurkers take note: that's how the game is played. Must be something in that north Wales water...

(snip)

Disregard what you read above.

He didn't say "Simon Says"!

Now, Simon Says that's how it's played in an uncivilized place like Wales.

Also, what's in the water in north Wales is what is scooped out of the Thames.

Just to bring you up to speed: Grandchampion Algernon Simon has not been a significant part of the game for more than a decade. What Simon says has very little relevance to any of the post-millennial rulesets.

Some of you Americans seem to think that Mornington Crescent is somehow like Calvinball, an entirely ruleless and fictional game. Might I remind you that this, like the Wikipedia article, is a distinct falsehood.

The School Cormorant was Rules were handed down to us by the Town of Chipping Sodbury in the 1800s darkest recesses of antiquity. The game has a noble tradition through all civilised nations. Now don't piss me off or I'll insist we play by the rules which operated under Charlemagne, you see if I don't.

Anyway, enough tough love. I shall restart play from Snaresbrook with a move to:

Aldwych!

Louis

Lurkers take note: that's how the game is played. Must be something in that north Wales water...

Poor Algie. A truly sensitive soul, much misunderstood. And that dreadful business in court... Years afterwards, Monsignor Jaakontytär told me that it all could have been hushed up if the herdsman hadn't paid tax on the compensation.

Algie's cousin Gershorn Simon was another sort altogether. I could have forgiven him for making that cheese commercial - we all have to make a living - but in the very same dress? Simply crass.

Poor Algie. A truly sensitive soul, much misunderstood. And that dreadful business in court... Years afterwards, Monsignor Jaakontytär told me that it all could have been hushed up if the herdsman hadn't paid tax on the compensation.

Algie's cousin Gershorn Simon was another sort altogether. I could have forgiven him for making that cheese commercial - we all have to make a living - but in the very same dress? Simply crass.

Poor Algie. A truly sensitive soul, much misunderstood. And that dreadful business in court... Years afterwards, Monsignor Jaakontytär told me that it all could have been hushed up if the herdsman hadn't paid tax on the compensation.

Algie's cousin Gershorn Simon was another sort altogether. I could have forgiven him for making that cheese commercial - we all have to make a living - but in the very same dress? Simply crass.

Lurkers take note: that's how the game is played. Must be something in that north Wales water...

(snip)

Disregard what you read above.

He didn't say "Simon Says"!

Now, Simon Says that's how it's played in an uncivilized place like Wales.

Also, what's in the water in north Wales is what is scooped out of the Thames.

Just to bring you up to speed: Grandchampion Algernon Simon has not been a significant part of the game for more than a decade. What Simon says has very little relevance to any of the post-millennial rulesets.

Bejebus!

I'm not referring to the Old GMC Algie Simon, but to Simple Simon. After being a pie man, he has rose to new prominence making rule clarifications as he sits in his wheel chair, watching old "Swedish Erotica" videos to DvD and perfecting his intricate hand movements.

As the work Simple Simon squirts out is so seminal he is still regarded as the no 1 in the land of sticky floors. Even Arden, it is said, waits for every drop of Simon's contributions to the game!

With that, I think my next move is to Edgware Road

--------------Marriage is not a lifetime commitment, it's a life sentence!

Poor Algie. A truly sensitive soul, much misunderstood. And that dreadful business in court... Years afterwards, Monsignor Jaakontytär told me that it all could have been hushed up if the herdsman hadn't paid tax on the compensation.

Algie's cousin Gershorn Simon was another sort altogether. I could have forgiven him for making that cheese commercial - we all have to make a living - but in the very same dress? Simply crass.

But I digress. Northwick Park, unless I'm very much mistaken.

Ah, from Hills-and-Valleys to Parks-and-Greens, eh?

Nice.

Nice is in France. It's not on the Tube.

I was afraid that someone might have mistaken my commentary for a play. But I trust that you all will give me credit for recognizing that a cross-channel play this early in the quadrat would fling me knidward almost immediately.

--------------"[A scientific theory] describes Nature as absurd from the point of view of common sense. And it agrees fully with experiment. So I hope you can accept Nature as She is - absurd."- Richard P. Feynman

Lurkers take note: that's how the game is played. Must be something in that north Wales water...

(snip)

Disregard what you read above.

He didn't say "Simon Says"!

Now, Simon Says that's how it's played in an uncivilized place like Wales.

Also, what's in the water in north Wales is what is scooped out of the Thames.

Just to bring you up to speed: Grandchampion Algernon Simon has not been a significant part of the game for more than a decade. What Simon says has very little relevance to any of the post-millennial rulesets.

Bejebus!

I'm not referring to the Old GMC Algie Simon, but to Simple Simon. After being a pie man, he has rose to new prominence making rule clarifications as he sits in his wheel chair, watching old "Swedish Erotica" videos to DvD and perfecting his intricate hand movements.

As the work Simple Simon squirts out is so seminal he is still regarded as the no 1 in the land of sticky floors. Even Arden, it is said, waits for every drop of Simon's contributions to the game!

With that, I think my next move is to Edgware Road

While your scholarship leaves much to be desired, I can't quarrel with your play.

You are very much mistaken, sir! Northwick Park is so small a station there's nothing there, not even Northwick Park. You have to walk halfway across the sports field before you're even near the middle of nowhere.

You are very much mistaken, sir! Northwick Park is so small a station there's nothing there, not even Northwick Park. You have to walk halfway across the sports field before you're even near the middle of nowhere.

Anyway, back to the fray. I can see that the last move put me in Spoon again.

Clever. Clever.

Louis[/quote]Actually, this hard-fought MC game is a lot like UD...

Names tossed about at random, a plethora of appeals to authority, posters up at arms over miniscule details.

Of course unlike UD, we do have Jesus, Dr. Dr. Dembski and the Irish Catholic Priests sitting this one out, and to protect our game from them, I think it is time make a play for Cambridge over Upton on the Green.

--------------Come on Tough Guy, do the little dance of ID impotence you do so well. - Louis to Joe G 2/10

Gullibility is not a virtue - Quidam on Dembski's belief in the Bible Code Faith Healers & ID 7/08

Anyway, back to the fray. I can see that the last move put me in Spoon again.

Clever. Clever.

Louis

Quote

Actually, this hard-fought MC game is a lot like UD...

Names tossed about at random, a plethora of appeals to authority, posters up at arms over miniscule details.

Of course unlike UD, we do have Jesus, Dr. Dr. Dembski and the Irish Catholic Priests sitting this one out, and to protect our game from them, I think it is time make a play for Cambridge over Upton on the Green.

Feckssake J-Dog, would you ever learn the bloody rules? This isn't a joke.

As I sit here on a bench outside the Waitrose at King's Cross munching on a chip buttie and a bag of Prawn Cocktail Snips, two things occur to me.

First, Amadan may in fact catch the 1835 to Bayswater at the rate he's chugging down Platform 4 unhampered, it appears, by his polyester pants generating enough static electricity to light Wormwood Scrugs for a year, alas, the Bayswater train leaves from Platform 3. Ah, he's off ... to Birmingham.

And, second, where have all the chew toys gone? Not a creationist, er, Seeker of Truth, to be seen in these parts. I suppose I'll have to have a choc-ice and a pint alone. Again.

Some of you Americans seem to think that Mornington Crescent is somehow like Calvinball, an entirely ruleless and fictional game. Might I remind you that this, like the Wikipedia article, is a distinct falsehood.

The School Cormorant was Rules were handed down to us by the Town of Chipping Sodbury in the 1800s darkest recesses of antiquity. The game has a noble tradition through all civilised nations. Now don't piss me off or I'll insist we play by the rules which operated under Charlemagne, you see if I don't.

Anyway, enough tough love. I shall restart play from Snaresbrook with a move to:

Aldwych!

Louis

Have we invoked any of the Great Old Ones to devour our opponents? Have tracks been torn up and subway cars been devoured by hideous unnamed evil? Is London still standing (or at least parts thereof)? Then I'd say we Americans have been a little too polite. It's not a proper game of Mornington Crescent unless Shub-Niggurath (bare minimum) has put in an appearance says I.

At any rate:

Pudding Mill Lane

--------------Church burning ebola boy

FTK: I Didn't answer your questions because it beats the hell out of me.

PaV: I suppose for me to be pried away from what I do to focus long and hard on that particular problem would take, quite honestly, hundreds of thousands of dollars to begin to pique my interest.

Some of you Americans seem to think that Mornington Crescent is somehow like Calvinball, an entirely ruleless and fictional game. Might I remind you that this, like the Wikipedia article, is a distinct falsehood.

The School Cormorant was Rules were handed down to us by the Town of Chipping Sodbury in the 1800s darkest recesses of antiquity. The game has a noble tradition through all civilised nations. Now don't piss me off or I'll insist we play by the rules which operated under Charlemagne, you see if I don't.

Anyway, enough tough love. I shall restart play from Snaresbrook with a move to:

Aldwych!

Louis

Have we invoked any of the Great Old Ones to devour our opponents? Have tracks been torn up and subway cars been devoured by hideous unnamed evil? Is London still standing (or at least parts thereof)? Then I'd say we Americans have been a little too polite. It's not a proper game of Mornington Crescent unless Shub-Niggurath (bare minimum) has put in an appearance says I.

At any rate:

Pudding Mill Lane

Well I suppose you could always team up with the French and try to "introduce us to democracy" or "instigate regime change".

Some of you Americans seem to think that Mornington Crescent is somehow like Calvinball, an entirely ruleless and fictional game. Might I remind you that this, like the Wikipedia article, is a distinct falsehood.

The School Cormorant was Rules were handed down to us by the Town of Chipping Sodbury in the 1800s darkest recesses of antiquity. The game has a noble tradition through all civilised nations. Now don't piss me off or I'll insist we play by the rules which operated under Charlemagne, you see if I don't.

Anyway, enough tough love. I shall restart play from Snaresbrook with a move to:

Aldwych!

Louis

Have we invoked any of the Great Old Ones to devour our opponents? Have tracks been torn up and subway cars been devoured by hideous unnamed evil? Is London still standing (or at least parts thereof)? Then I'd say we Americans have been a little too polite. It's not a proper game of Mornington Crescent unless Shub-Niggurath (bare minimum) has put in an appearance says I.

At any rate:

Pudding Mill Lane

Well I suppose you could always team up with the French and try to "introduce us to democracy" or "instigate regime change".

Some of you Americans seem to think that Mornington Crescent is somehow like Calvinball, an entirely ruleless and fictional game. Might I remind you that this, like the Wikipedia article, is a distinct falsehood.

The School Cormorant was Rules were handed down to us by the Town of Chipping Sodbury in the 1800s darkest recesses of antiquity. The game has a noble tradition through all civilised nations. Now don't piss me off or I'll insist we play by the rules which operated under Charlemagne, you see if I don't.

Anyway, enough tough love. I shall restart play from Snaresbrook with a move to:

Aldwych!

Louis

Have we invoked any of the Great Old Ones to devour our opponents? Have tracks been torn up and subway cars been devoured by hideous unnamed evil? Is London still standing (or at least parts thereof)? Then I'd say we Americans have been a little too polite. It's not a proper game of Mornington Crescent unless Shub-Niggurath (bare minimum) has put in an appearance says I.

At any rate:

Pudding Mill Lane

Well I suppose you could always team up with the French and try to "introduce us to democracy" or "instigate regime change".

While I may not be the most adept at gamesmanship, I do seem to be picking this up pretty well. For an American fox, anyway. Besides, while you all were admiring the last few moves, I snuck across the Excelsior line at least 3 times. Plus, I'm currently writing the software to put MC on the Gameboy. And they told me it couldn't be done!!!

I'm a fan of the Siberry Symmetry Method*, as apparent in my choice of...

Harlesden.

*J. Siberry, the fellow Canadian who was quite obsessed with mirror/balance play in the mid 1980's. Never really got her very far professionally ("It takes forever, if you go by inertia"), but the aesthetes among us appreciated her artistry.

--------------"[A] book said there were 5 trillion witnesses. Who am I supposed to believe, 5 trillion witnesses or you? That shit's, like, ironclad. " -- stevestory

"Wow, you must be retarded. I said that CO2 does not trap heat. If it did then it would not cool down at night." Joe G

It's my "fitness" station, nicely situated on three lines but within walking distance to most places of interest (RNC bondage clubs, etc) and on the nice day you can walk from there to where you want to go.

Tell him the next stop is Dover. That'll put a stain in his tighty whiteys.

--------------"CO2 can't re-emit any trapped heat unless all the molecules point the right way" "Global warming can't be real because it still gets cooler at night" "All the evidence supports Creation baraminology"

Having fulfilled my "time out" session brought upon by the illegal, but uncalled move by not one but two members of this game (and by the Treaty of Odessa I am not allowed to give their names nor even spell them out), I think the next move for me to take, well, it's so simple and so noble:

"Barons Court"

--------------Marriage is not a lifetime commitment, it's a life sentence!

Well since I've just found out that Simon Singh has just won the right to appeal a previous ruling that he libelled some chiropractors I can only move to Chancery Lane in celebration.*

Louis

*Although I suppose Temple would also be appropriate in terms of location. However this would have involved a Northern Approach without an appropriate shift of the Diagonals. Also, since no one has applied for a repeal, elevators are still wild, and I think we all know what that means for a move to Temple from a Major Interchange. {Snigger}

Well since I've just found out that Simon Singh has just won the right to appeal a previous ruling that he libelled some chiropractors I can only move to Chancery Lane in celebration.*

Louis

*Although I suppose Temple would also be appropriate in terms of location. However this would have involved a Northern Approach without an appropriate shift of the Diagonals. Also, since no one has applied for a repeal, elevators are still wild, and I think we all know what that means for a move to Temple from a Major Interchange. {Snigger}

Correction in italics modified in edit.

I apply for a repeal...elevators blech...did I mention my experience with the mime? By the way why is Amadan complaining about neo-Stovoldites when he has just made the quintessential neo-Stovoldite move?

At any rate he forgot to renumberate the denomberator which sets up a cross digital flux in the lycanthrope contingency which sets it to 007 and allows me to play:

Bond Street

--------------Church burning ebola boy

FTK: I Didn't answer your questions because it beats the hell out of me.

PaV: I suppose for me to be pried away from what I do to focus long and hard on that particular problem would take, quite honestly, hundreds of thousands of dollars to begin to pique my interest.

Well since I've just found out that Simon Singh has just won the right to appeal a previous ruling that he libelled some chiropractors I can only move to Chancery Lane in celebration.*

Louis

*Although I suppose Temple would also be appropriate in terms of location. However this would have involved a Northern Approach without an appropriate shift of the Diagonals. Also, since no one has applied for a repeal, elevators are still wild, and I think we all know what that means for a move to Temple from a Major Interchange. {Snigger}

Correction in italics modified in edit.

I apply for a repeal...elevators blech...did I mention my experience with the mime? By the way why is Amadan complaining about neo-Stovoldites when he has just made the quintessential neo-Stovoldite move?

At any rate he forgot to renumberate the denomberator which sets up a cross digital flux in the lycanthrope contingency which sets it to 007 and allows me to play:

Bond Street

Afarensis fails to appreciate that my complaints, like the rails of the Underground, are ironic.

The correct term is Neo-Stovoldists. And there is nothing Neo about them.

Might I remind you that it was in the year 239 BH (Before Humph) that Neo-Stovoldism arose from the ashes of the Stovoldist picture of the Underground when Wembley Park was discovered and the work of Pescatorian and others united the disciplines of Kew Gardening and Classical Stovoldian Transporting.

The resulting Neo-Stovoldian picture of the Underground has been modfied by new extensions and stations in the subsequent centuries but to deny the central explanatory framework for the Underground that Neo-Stovoldism gives us is an act of purest Paleystreetism, and heavily inflenced by specific anti-Morningtonian religious dogmas. I should remind you also that Paley Street is not even on the Underground system, and thus does in no way form part of the game of Mornington Crescent, despite Michael Parkinson owning a very nice pub there.

Louis

P.S. Afarensis: Your application for a repeal of Wild Elevators is denied on the grounds that it was incorrectly formatted and not stapled to a sufficient bribe.

It's a nice day, hardly any sleet or freezing fog to speak of, so I decided to walk from

Green Park

to

Piccadilly Circus

but got turned around as usual and ended up at

Charing Cross

I'll head south to

Lambeth North

I know a pub there that keeps a month-old keg of Bass, overgassed, and does a nice pork pie, or it might be jellied eel, I can never tell.

Drinks on me.

However generous you are with the drinks, it's still one move per turn.

Which one do you want? Green Park (nice for the Ritz), Piccadilly Circus (nice for the rent boys), Charing Cross (nice for trying to get to Kent sometime that year), or Lambeth North (nice for, well pretty much sod all as it goes)?

It isn't just you Doc Bill, many of our newer players are trying to pull as many stops as they can per turn. These multi-stop moves are beginning to disrupt play. Any more of this sort of nonsense and I'll have to start invoking Crebbit's Rule.

McCormick's Rule clearly states that a player may traverse multiple stations in a single turn if on foot in inclement weather provided the player neither breaks down and cries nor asks for direction, which, as a Real Man I am genetically incapable of either.

McCormick's Rule clearly states that a player may traverse multiple stations in a single turn if on foot in inclement weather provided the player neither breaks down and cries nor asks for direction, which, as a Real Man I am genetically incapable of either.

But, ha and double ha, the joke's on you as I wend my way to

London Bridge

which falls down less after two pints than Louis!

"and by the time I'm sober I've forgotten what I've 'ad, and everybody tells me that it's cool to be a cat.."

... but all stations between begin and end walking points, especially in the rain or sleet on slippery sidewalks (double your tokens if you're wearing smooth-soled Oxfords or similar footwear), are still open for play.

This is known as the Slide Rule.

Barbican.

--------------"[A] book said there were 5 trillion witnesses. Who am I supposed to believe, 5 trillion witnesses or you? That shit's, like, ironclad. " -- stevestory

"Wow, you must be retarded. I said that CO2 does not trap heat. If it did then it would not cool down at night." Joe G

McCormick's Rule clearly states that a player may traverse multiple stations in a single turn if on foot in inclement weather provided the player neither breaks down and cries nor asks for direction, which, as a Real Man I am genetically incapable of either.

But, ha and double ha, the joke's on you as I wend my way to

London Bridge

which falls down less after two pints than Louis!

McCormick's Rule says "breaks wind", not "breaks down"! As a Real Man, I'm sure you violated that part of the rule after twenty paces.

When you get out of knid, restart play at Bondi Junction (sorry, not Bondi Beach).

H'mmmm, according to Lord Southwicke's "Crebbit's Rule Explained for Her Majesty's Late Colonials" once Crebbit's rule is invoked, and I quote, "Elevators shall cease to be wild until such time as a quorum of players meets and drinks a keg of Bud Light. Every player in the quorum must drink at least a pint of Bud Light and no player shall skip this task. Once the keg of Bud Light has been consumed by the players elevators may then be considered wild." So go ahead, invoke Crebbit's rule. I dares ya. Your ancestors created an empire that the son never set on, the least you can do is invoke Crebbit's Rule.

Oh, I almost forgot: Brondesbury Park

--------------Church burning ebola boy

FTK: I Didn't answer your questions because it beats the hell out of me.

PaV: I suppose for me to be pried away from what I do to focus long and hard on that particular problem would take, quite honestly, hundreds of thousands of dollars to begin to pique my interest.

Nakashima, badly behind in collecting the blue tokens, has tried to lap the field by playing Ealing Common on a UD thread! If the comment gets out of moderation unscathed, Team Sushi may be back above par!

It is now quite a way back in the conversation, but Nakashima has played:

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Nakashima

04/13/2010

8:20 pmDr Torley,

I think Dr Meyer is mistaken in characterizing the “magic pathway” which scientists might discover in the future, which connects simple substances to organic life.

Rather than new laws, by the thousands, the stepping stones on this pathway are merely specific circumstances which must arise consecutively in time and space, which allow the existing and relatively well known laws of nature to operate. We could in theory trace this magic pathway from the Big Bang through the formation of galaxies, stars, planets, surfaces, atmospheres, etc. until we arrived at the spot where, like Chinese fast food Happy Family, lipids, proteins and RNA were being mixed together.

Now this still might be a list of thousands of circumstances. If we multiply through the probabilities, we would find that only a vanishingly small proportion of the space and mass of the universe meet those conditions. And lo, it is true! Most of the universe is empty and dead.

But the main point is that it is much easier to discover circumstances than laws. The universe has rules less complex than Mornington Crescent, no matter what Dr Meyer might say.

Unless he says “Ealing Common!”

Playing a Carrom off another player or bystander was declared legal in the Australian Tests of '56, no matter the subsequent rioting.

Yes! I was hoping someone would fall for that. That's THREE parallel shunts, so I'm well within my rights to invoke and AF DAVE reversal:(big image snipped)Hmmm. Farringdon, for reasons that will become apparent..

Sustained applause

(polite golf applause)

However, MC has been called, so we pick it up from Farrington, unless the call is challenged... anyone?

Anyway, it's a lovely day and I can see the glacier from my back window, so:

Swiss Cottage.

--------------"[A] book said there were 5 trillion witnesses. Who am I supposed to believe, 5 trillion witnesses or you? That shit's, like, ironclad. " -- stevestory

"Wow, you must be retarded. I said that CO2 does not trap heat. If it did then it would not cool down at night." Joe G